Cold, Distant, Dangerous, Powerful, a killer are some of the things that describes Aliana. But there is one more. Lonely. Years of killing has turned her into an emotionless killer, she doesn't care what you think of her, just don't get in her way. Out of nowhere she experiences something she thought lost to her. Love. Will she accept it or let it go? Shy, Useless, a nobody is how many describe Kassandra. Since her fathers betrayl, She is treated as an outcast. She meets a girl with dead eyes and forms and instant connection with her, but will fear of rejection keep from reaching for what she wants? Copyright © 2014 killainoue21hime All Rights Reserved.

(Y/N), the huntsman prodigy, graduated from signal at the age of 12, and graduated from beacon at the age of 14, you are the youngest person to graduate from Beacon and the youngest person to become a hunter. (Y/N) was more or less, treated like a kid, For your already short stature, and how clumsy you were, but when (Y/N) was in the battlefield. you were always the trump card in every battle. 6 years after graduation, u were contacted by ozpin to teach at beacon, u were bored and needed a job, so, you accepted Little di you know, there were some interesting people that will attend at beacon. (A/N) lmao my first fanfic, so u probably will find some mistakes, if you do please tell me so i can fix it

Symbiote Male Reader X Gwen Stacy Aka Ghost Spider

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

Every morning, this was my routine. Every morning, I had an hour of pure bliss that was then suffocated by the rest of my day in the closet. Every day, I hid who I was. I was ready for a change. A SPIDERMAN FANFICTION - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO DISNEY AND MARVEL STUDIOS HIGHEST RANKING: #1 IN GREEN GOBLIN (5/3/19) #1 IN GWEN STACY (5/27/19) completed 06/11/2018 cover by @alexxersh THIS IS THE ORIGINAL, UNEDITED STORY. UPDATED LOVING GWEN STACY IS CURRENTLY IN PROGRESS IN A SEPARATE BOOK.

Meet Dealia Frost, Ice to her friends (even though she only has one) a sarcastic power house who doesn't take any shit from anyone. She has to deal with leaders from different races who seek to control her for their own gain, to police officers trying to write her a ticket to love. Can she handle it or will it conquer her and finally melt that impenetrable ICE. Copyright© 2014 killainoue21hime All Rights Reserved.

Set in the normal world where no Grimm exists. (y/n) gets a blast from the past and a certain someone doesn't like it one bit.

You've been noticing strange things happening in the town of Derry. The strangest thing though, is not the child-eating clown. It's the union of you and the town's bad girl, Beverly Marsh. EDIT: haha I wrote this book ages ago and I was considering deleting it cause it's just so cringey, but I've decided to keep it up for people who strangely enjoy it. Why do people like this book lmao

❝ at long last love has arrived and i thank god im alive... ❞ beverly [16] x female oc - purposeful lowercase

the story of two girls who both hate mondays